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Show THE INTER-MOUNTAIN REPUBLICAN. SS SALT ay j THE GREAT es Lis a Yi ip =~ os osa " ey? hs = 13, 1907. = PU: Ss, 3. Sp co: hic oe RN = f -- pam PE UTAH, SUNDAY, OCTOBER ee See Reo ry Wiad Oe CITY, a ane pores Ee Me ie a LAKE = ‘ \NX* i Higa MOST WRAITE WORSHIPFUL. | HigHNESS P rae Aer ee THE PILGRIMS ARE CAST OUT OF THE, PALACE Giada Ru i THE. ROYAL DOCTORS HASTEN TO NTIS AID i ¢ An Elephantic Potentate, "‘Assassins!'' Most pampered, white and fat (They callel him Highness Worshipful) In Royal splendor sat. And to his Palace Pilgrims came To kow tow, pray and sing; They thought he was most wonderful. This silly, lazy King. , One day while all the Pilgrims raved The Monarch raised a row. ‘He's at me! Quick! My soldiers here! His life I'll have right now!"' ‘‘Plots!'' ‘Vile treachery!"' They yelled and raised a roar. The soldiers dashed upon the crowd And drove them through the door. The Elephant just rolled his eyes With yell and howl and moan; He wriggled, jumped and gasped for breath, Then rolled down off the Throne. The Council cried, ‘‘This is a plot! He's stabbed! Death to the traitors! ‘Tis murder clear! All make way! Come, call the Doctors here!'' The Royal Doctors quickly came With lotion, pill and pack, While loud the Monarch cried, ‘‘It's in The middle of my back.' The Doctors ogled through their specs And thought perhaps he had The chicken pox, the mumps and chills, Or something quite as bad They stripped him of his Royal robe A wound prepared But make a guess! to see-- * The cause of all This fuss was but a FLEA. J.J. MORA |